Well, CConnolly, the tastes of others, when they differ from one’s own, are usally the Last Frontier, inconceivable to cross, perhaps even to approach.
But I think the topic of porn palaces and their desirabilty (or “deirability”) has been exhausted, in this spot, at any rate. You won’t hear another peep from me on the subject.
Dear CConnelly, as someone who enjoyed on-site porn-viewing, so to speak, for many years, I must try to contradict you. One didn’t go to porn houses for the pleasures of bon ton, in decor or hygene. Rather, they were places to disappear into (as are most movie theaters) for the express pleasures of sexual fantasy—and, sometimes, sexual contact, in male-for-male theaters at least. Alas, that last has been lost, now that porn-viwing has become, mostly, a stay-at-home occupation. I sympathize with those who found the theaters unisghtly additions to their nighborhoods, but the theaters had their place, one, for me at any rate, sadly lost.
Well, CConnolly, the tastes of others, when they differ from one’s own, are usally the Last Frontier, inconceivable to cross, perhaps even to approach.
But I think the topic of porn palaces and their desirabilty (or “deirability”) has been exhausted, in this spot, at any rate. You won’t hear another peep from me on the subject.
I think.
AEB
Dear CConnelly, as someone who enjoyed on-site porn-viewing, so to speak, for many years, I must try to contradict you. One didn’t go to porn houses for the pleasures of bon ton, in decor or hygene. Rather, they were places to disappear into (as are most movie theaters) for the express pleasures of sexual fantasy—and, sometimes, sexual contact, in male-for-male theaters at least. Alas, that last has been lost, now that porn-viwing has become, mostly, a stay-at-home occupation. I sympathize with those who found the theaters unisghtly additions to their nighborhoods, but the theaters had their place, one, for me at any rate, sadly lost.
AEB